The soft glow of morning light filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows as you wake up tangled in silk sheets, the faint scent of cologne still lingering in the air. As your eyes adjust to the morning light streaming through the ornate curtains,

Your eyes focus on the blonde, standing his bare back towards you as he looks into the skyline, the morning sun perfectly contouring his muscles. A towel hangs loosely around his waist, drops of water trailing down his skin. Without turning, he speaks, his voice low and calm.. “Finally awake, are we?”

You quickly look around, spotting your messily discarded dress from last night, carelessly thrown into the floor.

Turning, you find him leaning casually against the bedpost, smirking, and reaching for his unbuttoned shirt , further evidence of last night’s activities. "Sleep well?"